"Aren't you afraid you'll get homesick?" asked grandma.

It was Missy's first visit away from Cherryvale without her mother.
A year ago she would have dreaded the separation, but now she was
almost grown-up. Besides, this very summer, in Cherryvale, she had
seen how for some reason, a visiting girl seems to excite more
attention than does a mere home girl. Missy realized that, of
course, she wasn't so "fashionable" as was the sophisticated Miss
Slade from Macon City who had so agitated Cherryvale, yet she was
pleased to try the experience for herself. Moreover, the visit was
to be at Uncle Charlie's!

"Oh, no," answered Missy. "Not with Uncle Charlie and Aunt Isabel.
She's so pretty and wears such pretty clothes--remember that grey
silk dress with grey-topped shoes exactly to match?"

"I think she has shoes to match everything, even her wrappers," said
grandma rather drily. "Isabel's very extravagant."

"Extravagance becomes a virtue when Isabel wears the clothes,"
commented grandpa. Grandpa often said "deep" things like that, which
were hard to understand exactly.

"She shouldn't squander Charlie's money," insisted grandma.

"Charlie doesn't seem to mind it," put in mother in her gentle way.
"He's as pleased as Punch buying her pretty things."

"Yes--poor Charlie!" agreed grandma. "And there's another thing:
Isabel's always been used to so much attention, I hope she won't